Beneath the hedgerow, she disturbed a sparrow. She peered in through the wire mesh of the henhouse knowing she would not find the child there, the chain still attached to the door. She called out but only eerie emptiness responded.
The hand clutching her heart began to squeeze. Running the short length of her yard, she checked the garage door, the driveway gates … both closed, then around the corner of the house where a link fence was supposed to provide security. A corner was pulled back and her fears were realised. The child was gone.
Crying, she dialed the father’s number, then the police. “What does she look like?” they asked and her mind drew a blank. The girl had truly become invisible.
Every parent’s nightmare ended happily, though, for the girl’s intention was only for a short walk. But the fear was real, and it lingers.